Chapter 21: Fashion

"How’s this look, nya?"

"Whoa… that’s really good. Have you done this before?"

"I’ve been drawing every now and then since I was a kid. But I’m not that good, nya."

No, from someone like me who can’t draw at all, she looks basically pro-level.

"Nah, it’s actually really good. But, let’s make the boobs a bit bigger. I mean, fine, I’ll accept the loli vibe, but flat-chested? Nope. No one’s getting off to that."

I voiced my complaint while looking at the computer screen Nyako was operating.

"Says the one who can’t even get off, nya."

"Like you can either."

"That’s depressing, nya."

"Well, I don’t have a problem personally."

As long as it smells like Kana-chan, I’m good.

"Impressive, nya…"

Right now, Nyako and I were at her place, trying to make that erotic doujin. I came over because we’d already worked out some scenarios and ideas.

"But you know, even from a sales standpoint, big boobs are better, right?"

I mean, it just feels like there’s more demand for that.

"I’m not good with big boobs, nya. I’ll allow slightly bigger, and that’s it, nya."

Well, that can’t be helped. Nyako’s not into big boobs, so it’s probably hard to draw something she doesn’t like.

"Alright, then just a little bigger. Totally flat is a no-go."

"Fine, but since the model’s you, I’ll keep it like this, nya."

Nyako made the heroine’s chest swell just a bit on-screen.

"I’ve got a little more than that, though."

"You don’t, nya. Honestly, the drawing’s got more than you."

Right… I did end up showing her when I stayed at Shashou’s house.
I don’t remember any of it, but when I woke up, I was completely naked.

"Well, that’s fine."

"So, what kind of scenario are we going for, nya?"

"Let’s just skip the story and focus on the sex. We’re amateurs—there’s no way we can pull off deep narrative stuff."

I had come up with a “scenario,” but it was more about the play content than the plot.

"That’s fine, nya. Tama can’t draw backgrounds anyway."

"That’s fine. But no matter how rough we make it, don’t forget love, okay?"

Love is important.

"What’s that supposed to mean, nya?"

"If there’s no love, it turns into just a rape story. Training-type stuff isn’t supposed to be that."

"You’re seriously scaring me, nya…"

"Hey, I’m the one being trained here…"

Once I turn back into a guy—wait, scratch that, if I could—then maybe I’d get my revenge.

"Do you actually feel love from Kana-chan, nya?"

"Of course. Sometimes she flips a weird switch, but at her core she’s kind. She always heals me with her boobs."

"Classic carrot and stick, nya."

More like marshmallows, actually.

"So yeah, that’s the kind of vibe I want you to draw with."

"Got it, nya. I used to draw pictures sometimes, but it’s been a while since I’ve done manga, so it’ll take time, nya."

"No rush. Just work on it whenever you can."

After that, we kept brainstorming the plot while staring at the computer screen.

"We need a vibrator egg. I like being teased with one."

"I didn’t need to know that, nya. What about vibrators?"

"No, not that. Since we’ve got an actual guy character this time, vibrators just get in the way unless it’s some kind of neglect play."

"Fair enough, nya."

If you’re gonna go that far, might as well use the real thing.

"I like spanking too, but don’t hit the face, okay?"

"I know, nya. And stop giving me a running list of your fetishes, Eromi… huh?"

Just then, while we were deep in an intense discussion about kinks, the sound of a ringtone filled the room.

"Oh, it’s me… Chihirochi?"

What’s this about? We’re supposed to meet at the family restaurant tomorrow…

"Chihirochi? What’s she want, nya?"

"No idea. Should I answer?"

"Go for it, nya."

I pressed the call button and held the phone to my ear.

"Hello?"

"Ah, Eromi-neesan, good afternoon."

Such a polite gyaru… she could at least throw in a bit of gyaru slang or something.

"Yeah, good afternoon."

"Is now a bad time?"

For a student, she’s way too proper.

"Nope, it’s fine. I’m just at Nyako’s place drawing a porno manga."

"Ah, that one… you’re really going through with it, huh?"

"Pretty much. So, what’s up? We’re meeting tomorrow, right?"

"About that, Shashou said she’ll be a little late tomorrow."

Work, maybe?

"I see. Well, can’t be helped. You called just to tell me that?"

"That, and… there’s something I’d like you to take a look at tomorrow."

That sounded oddly formal—what could it be?

"No problem, but should we go a little earlier? Should we tell Nyako to sit this one out?"

"Please do. Ah—actually, if possible, I’d like Tama-san to come too."

So Nyako as well, huh.

"Alright, got it. We’ll come a bit early tomorrow then."

"Thank you so much."

"It’s fine, really. See you tomorrow."

"Yes. And, um… good luck with the erotic manga."

…What a line.

"Yeees, thank you~"

I hung up the call.

"What’d she say?"

As soon as I put my phone down, Nyako asked.

"She wants us to come early tomorrow—there’s something she wants to show us. Also, Shashou’s gonna be late."

"Hmm, Tama too, nya?"

"She said you as well."

"What could it be, nya…?"

Nyako tilted her head in curiosity.

"Who knows? Maybe a pregnancy test with two lines on it…"

"That’s not funny, so stop making jokes that aren’t funny, nya."

Fair point…

The next day, Nyako and I met up before heading to the family restaurant together.

When we arrived, Chihirochi was already there, sitting and waiting for us.

"Yo~"

"Early, nya."

Nyako and I greeted her and sat down across from her.

"Hello. I just got here too."

Sure you did. Kana-chan says the same kind of thing… though, to be fair, so do I.

"So, what’s the thing you wanted to show us? Did you buy a thong? Those are surprisingly comfy, you know."

They don’t leave visible lines under tight skirts, either.

"Eromi, shut up, nya. Perverts who wear thigh bands don’t get to talk, nya."

Hey, this is fashion—
not a vibrator holder.

"Ah, well, it’s nothing major, but… what do you think?"

Chihirochi stood up as she said that.

"………………"
"………………"

Nyako and I both went silent.

"Um… is it weird?"

"…Wait, what is?"

"…Sorry, but I have no idea what you’re talking about, nya."

What exactly are we supposed to be looking at?
Did her boobs get bigger or something?
No, still a C cup…

"Ah, this…"

Chihirochi pointed to her lower body.

"Eh? Don’t tell me you’re wearing a vibrator like Eromi, nya!?"

"I told you, I’m not wearing one either! And this is fashion! Kana-chan bought it for me!"

Though, thanks to it, I can’t wear tights—and it’s freezing.

"No, I meant… the skirt."

Hmm?

Ah—she’s right! Chihirochi’s wearing a skirt!

It’s the first time I’ve seen her in one outside her school uniform.

"Ahh, so that’s what you wanted to show us, nya."

"You bought it, huh?"

Makes sense now.

"Is… is it weird?"

Amazing…
A gyaru being shy about wearing a skirt…
There’s something strangely touching about that.

"I think it suits you, nya."

"Yeah, yeah, it’s cute."

Seriously cute.
Even if she’s a guy.

"You two are probably used to wearing these, but I just can’t get used to it."

"So that’s why you wanted us to check, huh?"

Well, Shashou never wears skirts anyway.

"Yes. As long as it doesn’t look weird, I’m glad. Still, it just feels… off."

"Don’t worry, nya. It’s totally normal. Eromi here’s just too used to it. Eromi, stand up, nya."

At Nyako’s prompting, I stood up.

"Eh? Do I look weird?"

"Look, Chihirochi. A shameless loli wearing a loose, short white knit one-piece, showing off bare legs, and with thigh bands on top of that—see what I mean, nya?"

Following Nyako’s cue, I slid my half-covered hands out from the loose sleeves, brought them to my chest, and smiled up at Chihirochi.

"Whoa! That’s perfect loli energy! …Wait, how old are you again, Eromi-neesan?"

"I’ll be twenty-six this Friday, thank you very much!?"

Got a problem with that!?

"Ah—congratulations."

"Congrats, nya!"

"Thanks!!"